Loud Is The Tock

The old grandfather clock doesn’t know how to keep time anymore

It’s gear brains and mainspring heart

Are worn down by life.

They tell the clock it’s time to go away

As if it has no feelings

It’s only wood and brass pendulum

With hairline cracks in its glass face.

They don’t know the ancient clock has watched

Times and moments over family generations

And in the doing of it found a soul.

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Novelist, screenwriter, poet. Fan of all things writing, film, music. Married forty-two years. Dog lover.

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David Beaty

David Beaty

Novelist, screenwriter, poet. Fan of all things writing, film, music. Married forty-two years. Dog lover.

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